Me? My ex is now my best friend, he's one of the only things that keeps me going and he's the person that I will always take back no matter what he's done wrong. Half my friends are fake- Wait, did I say friends? No I haven't got any of those, and there's barely one person I trust. I was brought up having to be 'tough' about everything. I held everything inside. My mother was never someone I could talk to. and My father was never there. The one person I can talk to has problems of his own and it isn't his place to deal with my shit, so I just keep all to myself. I vent when I absolutely must and that's when I can find the words to say. I hate school and the world is hell. We're living in hell. I blog to express not to impress.
Everybody dies, eventually.